"My new job won't stop me from coming here. Why should it?" wondered the recently ascended Archbishop of Canterbury, Dr. Arthur Michael Ramsey, 56, as he and his wife padded about their 20-year vacation retreat: an antique pub in rural Devonshire. Paying $29.40 a week room and board, the Primate of All England now and again abandoned his customary gaiters to tromp the neighboring moors, in a vacation ensemble of cloth cap, tweed sports jacket and flannel bags. As for the inner man. the Archbishop appeared to find the pub's cuisine quite as appealing as that of Lambeth Palace. "It's good plain stuff," he purred, "and I like a drop of cider with it. The cider rounds off the meal."

Mulling over pleas from California Republicans to run against Democrat Pat Brown in the state's gubernatorial race next year, Los Angeles Attorney Richard Nixon made it plain that he had had more than his fill of unsolicited advice on the matter. "Many are saying what they would do if they were in my position." snapped the former Vice President. "Well, my answer to that is that they are not in my position." Deferring to the sensitivities of his recent opponent, President Kennedy told his press conference that he would give his opinion on the matter--"I do have an opinion"--only if Nixon asked for it. Off for a golf date with Nixon at Maryland's Burning Tree Country Club, Dwight Eisenhower took the same tack: "If he wants my advice, I'll be glad to give it to him." But the lack of an invitation did not inhibit New York's bouncy Governor Nelson Rockefeller, who clearly has his own eye on the 1964 Republican presidential nomination. If Nixon does decide to run for the governorship, opined Rocky helpfully, "I think he'll like it."

Leaving her 13-acre Finca Vigia estate and its 5,500-volume library to "the Cuban people--not the government," Mary Welsh Hemingway gathered together "a mountain of papers" from a bank vault in nearby Havana and returned to the States. Describing herself as "totally ignorant on political matters," the widow of Nobel-Laureate Ernest Hemingway remained tight-lipped about the Castro regime ("For some of our friends in Cuba, the change in government has been better and for some, worse") as she laid over in Tampa prior to "going to New York to talk with lawyers about the estate." Her subsequent stop: Ketchuni, Idaho, where Hemingway shot himself two months ago. "Perhaps I'll do some hunting," thought Mary Hemingway. "I'd like to get a deer this season."

Pushing ahead with its gambling probe (TIME, Sept. 1), the Senate Subcommittee on Investigations got satisfaction of a sort out of Thomas F. Kelly Sr., boss of a Chicago race-wire service, who was helped into office by the likes of Jacob ("Little Jack") Guzik. Anthony ("Tough Tony") Accardo. and Murray ("The Camel") Humphreys. Charging that one of Kelly's underlings had been driven to a suicide attempt by efforts to prevent him from testifying, the subcommittee chairman, Arkansas Democrat John McClellan, wondered aloud if the bulky, balding Chicagoan were not "the lowest scum of humanity" and if he had "no sympathy at all for your fellow man." Replied Kelly to both questions: "I decline to answer on grounds that my answer might tend to incriminate me."

Off on a tour of his European outposts, USIA Director Edward R. Murrow, 53. sent back to Author Harry (Only in America) Golden a personal report on what it felt like to watch the Iron Curtain clank down in Berlin. "The hogs," wrote Murrow, "have put up fences to keep the people in."

Still clad in widow's weeds, Maria Martinez de Trujillo, 56, third wife of assassinated Dominican Dictator Rafael Leonidas Trujillo, stopped off at New York's Idlewild airport along with five grandchildren whom she was shepherding toward a Swiss school. Ignoring a crowd of 300 demonstrators who spat and shouted "Bloody murderers," the matronly authoress (Moral Meditations, Civic Meditations) attributed the current precarious peace in the Dominican Republic to "the affection the people bore my husband," but "categorically" rejected all talk of a continuation of the dynasty by the current commander of the republic's armed forces, Son Rafael Jr., 32. "As a mother," explained Senora de Trujillo, "I am only interested in the happiness and spiritual tranquillity of my children. For these reasons, I cannot aspire that my eldest son be President of the republic. I know what responsibilities that high position carries, with so many sacrifices, tears and disillusionments."

Hurtling his Cadillac down a serpentine road outside Munich, heavy-footed Cinemactor Horst Buchholz, 27, unwillingly dubbed "the Teutonic James Dean," careened out of control and wrapped the white convertible around a tree. Thrown free and found crawling with one hand to his stomach, the blood-smeared star of Billy Wilder's One, Two, Three (which was just 2 1/2 shooting days from completion) was carted to Munich University Clinic, where emergency surgery repaired serious abdominal injuries. Next morning, relieved to hear that his promising property would be back before the cameras by mid-October and with nary a chip in his classic profile, Director Wilder recalled, "We kidded him just four days ago about his fast driving, but Horst only said, 'Don't worry. I'm not going to die like James Dean.' "

While imperial matchmakers continued the struggle to meet his specifications--a "quiet girl" up to his sophisticated literary and musical tastes but down to his 5 ft. 2 in.--Japan's owlish Prince Yoshi, 25, toiled for a third year on his doctorate at Tokyo University. His dissertation, a hormone-research project on the "effect of nicotinic acid on the cell division of the epithelium of the pigeon crop brought about by prolactin," had already so impressed top U.S. Biologist Carroll M. Williams that he invited the younger son of Emperor Hirohito to come work at Harvard. But Yoshi would

have to tarry in Tokyo for a while to ome. Ruled palace officials, who hoped o have the perky and popular prince

married off by next spring: "Wide knowl-_.je of the world is required, and it

would be more appropriate for him to

go abroad with a wife."

At his official residence a skoal's throw .rom Copenhagen, U.S. Ambassador William McCormick Blair Jr., 44, braced himself for the swankiest intercontinental social event since Perle Mesta left Luxemburg. Both John F. Kennedy and U.N. Ambassador Adlai Stevenson, Blair's longtime patron and law partner, felt obliged :o stay home minding the store. But the

President sent as stand-ins his mother, Mrs. Joseph Kennedy, and Sister Eunice Kennedy Shriver, and Stevenson likewise sent a sister, Mrs. Ernest Ives. Also expected in Denmark for the festivities were FCC Chairman Newton Minow, New York Publisher Alicia Patterson, ex-Senator William Benton, and former Assistant Secretary of Defense Anna Rosenberg. Occasion: Blair's marriage this week to a no-less-well-connected Chicagoan, Catherine ("Deeda") Gerlach, 29, a handsome divorcee and ex-society model, whom Blair met at the airport with impeccable prenuptial protocol.

While the U.S. was moving helter-shelter toward civil defense preparedness, the Soviet Embassy in Washington was digging it the least. Asked whether a bombproof retreat had been installed in the embassy building on Washington's 16th Street. Soviet Second Secretary Ivan P. Azarov, a longtime fixture at the post, reassured the world: "Of course not; we rely completely on the American Government for protection."

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